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My straight friend learns a lesson....

I recently visited Kansas City on business and happened to hang with an old friend from high school who was living there. We had reconnected on Facebook and he invited me to stay at his place while in town. Bill was a good dude. He was always really laid back and never had a problem with the fact that I was gay. Back in the day we had even fooled around a bit one night when we had convinced an old man to buy us some beer and we got drunk. We ended up jacking each other off in his parent’s basement each shooting our load on the tile floor. He was a swimmer with a great body and a nice sized cock and it was fun. I could tell he liked it and I hoped we might do it again and maybe go farther at the time but it never happened.

I was sitting in his living room in a large armchair, nursing my fourth beer, watching an old episode of Seinfeld on TV while he was showering up. It was the episode where Elaine meets the handsome gay man and they start to date and she thinks that she has brought him over to her side. Bill walked in naked with a towel wrapped around his waist, putting on deodorant just when Elaine was explaining to Jerry that he had “gone back to the other team”. “How can I compete with somebody when I have access to the equipment maybe a few hours a week but he has access twenty-four hours a day?” Jerry nodded.

“That’s bullshit!” Bill said. “What?” “That’s bullshit!” he repeated. I just looked at him realizing once again that he ha missed the point. “Equipment! Just because a guy has a dick doesn’t mean he knows anything about what men like. I mean Ashley doesn’t have a dick and she knows just what I like!” Ashley was his girlfriend “She is just soooo hot. She loves to suck cock and fuck!” I could see the towel twitch a bit as he started to get a little hard under it. He noticed me notice the towel. “See? Just thinking about what she does makes me hot!” as he looked down at his partial erection under the terrycloth. “No guy is gonna do anything to beat that.” “Well, maybe, I guess.” I said. “You guess? Yeah, how would you know?” He smiled. He was taunting me a bit for being gay, like he always did remembering our little jack off session.

I am not sure if it was the beer or what but I reached out and brushed his cock through the towel with the back of my hand. Then decided, “what the hell?’ I reached up and pulled the towel off of him. He was a little startled I could tell but he didn’t stop me or pull the towel up. He continued to look at me with a raised eyebrow but didn’t object or back away.

Before he could say anything I slid out of the chair onto my knees. I grabbed him by the thighs. He stiffened and pushed his hips out a bit. I think he thought I was going to blow him. But instead, I swung him around and pushed him over and he fell catching himself on the arms of the chair. He tensed up and started to get up until I buried my tongue into the crack of his ass and licked his hole, darting in and out with my tongue. “Ohhhh” he moaned quietly partly with pleasure but it was also filled with wonder, like a little kid who sees fireworks for the first time. He was overwhelmed by it and just waited for the next one so he could feel that wonder again.

Within seconds his cock was rock hard. As he felt my tongue again he started to relax with it wanting more. As I pushed my tongue in again his sphincter loosened with every lick and stab, so my tongue got deeper and deeper and he moaned even more. I spit on my hand and reached through his legs and began to stroke the length of his cock slowly while continuing to ream him. After a bit every time my hand reached the bottom of his shaft I yanked his balls and then pulled them to my mouth, where I licked and sucked at each ball and then moved back to his asshole and work my soft, warm fleshy organ into his crack with the upstroke.

Then I started to tease him. Between licking and sucking on his balls and licking his willing, open ass, I started to flit my tongue back and forth on his taint working my way slowly to his ass and increasing the speed and strength of my stroking along the shaft of his trembling dick. He quivered with the flit of my tongue and I could feel his legs tighten and his cheeks shake with the anticipation of it entering as my tongue approached. He continued to moan to himself, his head hanging and swaying with the stoking of his cock and the thrust of my softness burrowing and caressing his taint and ass.

I stroked again and as I reached the top and massaged the head of his cock I felt the lubrication of his pre-come. I knew he was close so I stroked even harder and made one more pass, licking and sucking his balls for a little longer this time and then grounding my tongue firmly on his taint and licking solidly all the way up his crack and burying my tongue into him.

I could feel his legs stiffen and his balls starting to twitch so I grabbed his hips and with a quick pull got him to his feet and turned him around taking his swollen cock all the way down my throat clasping my lips tightly around the bottom of his shaft just above his balls. Then with my lips tightly wrapped around him I began to swirl my tongue back and forth and slowly, achingly slowly, began to withdraw, my lips, wet and tight and my tongue moving wildly until I felt his hot come squirt and hit the back of my throat, once, twice….three…four times, then he shivered and out shot number five and six. I swallowed his warm cum. I leaned down and licked his still hard cock from the bottom of the shaft to the head and then licked around the head, then wrapped my lips around it and sucked the last bit of his liquid into my mouth.

I looked up and saw him, mouth hanging wide open, a bit of drool, staring with disbelief and amazement, his eyes as wide as saucers. And in a raspy, squeaky voice came a word that he was barely able to form, “Jesus!”